131: charitable

Hang Liang expressed his "thanks, but no thanks" attitude toward this.

He now had a bit of a stress response to games.

After he finished eating, Hang Dong pulled him outside.

Just as they left the ward, an elderly woman frowned as she watched them.

Once they were far away, the woman pulled a relative from the neighboring ward and began to say, "That was Hang Liang, right? I remember he was in the late stages of emotional illness. Why is he walking around outside?"

The couple from the neighboring ward was stunned. "How could someone in the late stages of emotional illness be running around outside?"

They were all family members of emotional illness patients; their own loved ones lay in hospital beds every day, wanting to go nowhere and do nothing.

They were worried to death.

Hang Liang was also an emotional illness patient, so how could he possibly go out?

"Could I be lying to you?" the woman said, squinting. "I just saw the two of them walking out. That Hang Liang looked to be in very good spirits."

"By the way, when I went out to get water just now, I saw the doctor heading to their ward. Do you think it's possible his condition has improved?"

Wang Xian shook his head. "Impossible. We all take the same medicine and drink the same water. How could he improve while our family members haven't?"

The woman also had a bit of a stress response. "I really saw it! If you don't believe me, let's go check their ward right now. I guarantee no one is inside."

As she spoke, she walked toward Hang Liang's ward and looked through the glass in the door. "See, no one's there!"

The couple looked at each other and then peered inside.

"There really is no one."

"Come, come, hurry to the window," the woman said as she entered the ward and looked down from the window, just in time to see Hang Liang and his sister heading out.

Hang Dong was swinging her brother's arm back and forth, looking very lively.

"Look, I told you they really went out. What kind of miracle medicine did this kid take?" The woman frowned deeply, then turned to look at her own precious grandson.

Her precious grandson was lying motionless on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the television opposite him.

But in reality, everyone there knew that he wasn't actually processing anything he saw.

The woman thought for a moment. "No, I have to go ask the doctor."

The couple watched the woman and silently followed behind her.

Who wouldn't hope for their family member to get better?

—

Not long after, the three of them returned.

"Watching horror game live streams?" The woman didn't understand. "How does that work?"

Wang Xian: "This... the doctor also said it might just be an isolated case and needs more observation. Do you plan to let him watch it now?"

The woman slapped her thigh. "What's there to observe? They're almost ready to be discharged. Didn't you see how happy they were?"

"Let's try it. If it doesn't work, we'll just stop watching."

Wang Xian pondered, "Then you should ask your family members to see if they know how to set up those live streams."

After saying that, he left with his wife.

After returning to the ward, he looked at his father lying on the bed, steeled his heart, and opened God's Domain.

"Dad, let's watch a live stream together."

There was no response.

This was normal; emotional illness patients had almost lost the ability to communicate with others.

Meanwhile, the woman finally understood what a live stream was from the younger generation in her family.

Without another word, she started watching!

The woman watched with her precious grandson and was soon scared out of her wits.

"Oh my goodness, what is this thing!" She clutched her pounding chest, unable to handle the stimulation.

She glanced at her grandson, who remained expressionless, thinking to herself: Could it be that it has to be this stimulating to work?

So she tried propping the tablet in front of her grandson's eyes and carefully put the headphones on him.

"My dear grandson, you... you watch this first. Grandma is going to wash some fruit for you."

At this moment, her grandson only wanted to scream for help, but unfortunately, he couldn't even be bothered to speak.

He tried to close his eyes, but his ears were still filled with terrifying sounds.

Ye Bai had no idea that the horror echo live streams were almost becoming a form of torture.

He had just received a phone call from a clothing brand. "Hello, is this Mr. Ye Bai?"

Ye Bai gave an affirmative grunt. "It is. What's the matter?"

"Hello, we are Manyi Clothing Brand Co., Ltd. I am the founder of Manyi, Ji Ze'en. I had the pleasure of seeing the television series you filmed. I am very interested in the costumes in the show and would like to produce this type of clothing for sale. I wonder if you have some time? I'd like to talk to you about the copyright."

Ye Bai raised an eyebrow; he hadn't expected someone to call him directly to buy copyrights.

Shouldn't clothes be a dime a dozen?

Oh, he remembered.

This world placed a very high value on copyright, and the ancient costumes in the TV series were elements that didn't exist in this world.

It was impossible for people to risk offending him by directly plagiarizing. Even if the patterns were made differently so it wouldn't legally constitute plagiarism, there was a huge risk of being attacked by his fans.

If things went south, it would be a total disaster.

"I'll consider it," Ye Bai said.

He thought about it seriously. If he sold the copyright, he could get a large sum of money, but then ancient costumes would be monopolized by this clothing factory.

Ye Bai checked his bank account balance and then made up his mind.

A few days later, Ye Bai posted a message on the Social Media Platform.

[Ye Bai: Recently, a clothing factory contacted me saying they wanted to buy the costume copyrights for my TV series. After careful consideration, I have decided to open up the authorization.

However, I have one requirement: I hope the merchants can take ten percent of the net profit from the first year of ancient costume sales and donate it to a charitable organization.

If you can do that, feel free to contact @Central Continent Charity Platform to obtain the clothing patterns and styles for the Qin and Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming periods.]

The Central Continent Charity Platform also quickly forwarded his message.

[Central Continent Charity Platform: Thank you for the full support of Teacher Ye Bai. Merchants in need can contact us at any time~ [Forward...]]

The reason Ye Bai made this decision was, first, he felt that negotiating cooperation with these people was too exhausting.

Second, he also hoped to see the clothing from his own world flourish everywhere in this world.

Besides, the money he'd make from this wouldn't be as much as releasing more game skins.

You should know that at its peak, the average daily income of Honor of Kings was over a hundred million.

And that was calculated based on his original world's population of only 6 billion.

This world had over 20 billion people.

Since he could make money just by releasing a few more skins, why would he waste effort negotiating with others?

It was better this way; doing charity could also gain him a lot of free publicity.

At this moment, the netizens were truly stunned.

[Ye Bai, are you a fool? You're just giving this money away instead of taking it?]

[Haha, this really is doing charity. The merchants must be grinning from ear to ear; even if their annual net income is a million, they only have to donate a hundred thousand to charity. It's much cheaper than buying the copyright.]

[Eh? If you put it that way, we'll soon be able to wear the clothes from the TV show. I really think the clothes in there are so beautiful—they're something I've never seen before.]

[Patting Ye Bai's head. Doing charity is a good thing. I want to spend some money on you... well, I've already bought the annual VIP for the TV show, the novel is free, and I can't buy the Three Kingdoms and journey to the west badges. I'm so... forget it, I'll just watch all your works again.]

[Thank you, Teacher Ye Bai! We will definitely do a good job with the clothing and will not let you down!]

[Impressive! I respect you as a real man. By the way, is there any more domineering men's clothing?]}